Moving

I’m moving. 

I’ve found a little place in the Past, 

It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear, 

And things aren’t working out Here, 

So I’m settling for memories. 

It’s temporary, I know, 

Somewhere to lay low for a little while 

Until I find something more permanent. 

I know you’d disapprove — 

This isn’t quite your style. 

Not that you were ever afraid to 

Pack up and leave, 

It’s just that you never believed in going back. 

You had your ideas about things, 

Your philosophies and wonderings, 

And well, mine rarely matched. 

But that’s okay — 

You keep running. 

I’ll see you in the Past.